"All right, M'sieu'… I'm ready now… do whatever you damned pleased," she hissed down at him, as if they were engaging in some sort of contest of physical endurance.
"You pig," he spat at her in French, still he could not hold back his grin. "Bitch!" She was indeed his counterpart; presently, he was sorry he had to end their association.
She began to smile down at him excitedly, at the same moment clenching her buttocks tight to her own advantage as she began to rhythmically ride up and down his long, thick rod, and he could feel the abrupt secretion of her lubricating fluids from the velvety walls of her vagina bathing his cock warmly as she now swallowed up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that pulled at the lining of his testicles. Viciously, he dug at her pink-nippled, erect breasts, the soft resilient flesh oozing between his fingers like rubbery putty as she worked her full, round, white buttocks up and down furiously, her now incited cunt endeavoring to ingest… even devour him.
Mon Dieu. She was a human fucking machine, he mused. She had only to be set off and she went insane. If it were a stallion's cock it would all be the same to her… a prick was a prick as long as it triggered her. Even so, he'd not missed the longing eyes she'd cast so many times in Antoine's direction; but what in God's name would Antoine do with such a women? Suddenly, he laughed aloud at the thought, then, he said: "You did well keeping my nephew occupied while I discussed important business matters with his Madeleine."